The Dragon Overlord (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Declaration

(Normal pov)

A child was hiding from raiders, these raiders were killing everyone in their path. The child then ran as one of the raiders found him, running as fast as his little legs can carry him, he looked over his shoulder to see the raider stop, confused by this, the boy ran into a pair of legs. Groaning in pain the boy looked up to see an armored figure and the figures mask alone could give the boy nightmares.

Apollyon, she personally had been leading raids across the Archipelago for weeks now, and her plan by setting up other Viking tribes against one another was working flawlessly.

The bloodthirsty warlord knelt to the boys level; causing the boy to whimper in fear, Apollyon placed a finger to where her mouth would be. "Calm yourself my boy, I mean you no harm. I'm sparring you to give this to those who find you in the rubble." Apollyon placed a parchment in the boy's jacket, the warlord chuckled darkly at the boys face and whipped around.

"We're done here!! We leave now!"

Blackstone knights, disguised as Vikings killed the last of the boys village, only leaving that child alive, left to process the horror and bloodshed staining his young mind.

The knights loaded up their ships and departed, their battle cries echoing across the wind and sending shivers down the boy's spine. The child dropped to his knees upon finding his family dead, breaking down in tears and holding them close, but receiving no arms to embrace him nor words of comfort, just the roaring flames consuming the village, the crows descending from the sky to feast on the corpses, and the stench of blood, bile and piss.

The boys face was smeared with tears and blood, still sobbing, he looks out toward the horizon to see the raiders ships and monsters vanish in the early morning darkness.

It was Ragnarök, the gods wouldn't save them from this fate. So one question stands...

Who will save the Archipelago from plunging into the gates of hell?

(Astrid's pov)

I believe it was just past dawn when I began to stir. The early morning sun's rays began to appear through the gaps in the wall and some of the windows. You could say I've always been a morning person, waking up at the crack of dawn to train to become one of the best dragon killers there ever were. But that's when I found him and everything changed.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, public enemy number one of Berk and traitor to all Vikings has shown me what and who dragons really are... and here I was, with him... in bed. My bed wasn't much, it could just fit two people in it, which made us have to press against each other, but I didn't mind that, in fact I enjoyed it... with what happened last night, it was just icing on the cake.

I was sleeping on my side with my back pressed against his chest. We were both topless... I still had my breast bindings on, so we didn't go that far, and he was shirtless. I had removed my spiked skirt somewhere during out session last night and just had my leggings on. His face was buried into the crook of my shoulder and felt his calm breathing against my skin. It was so soothing. He had his left arm over my waist and part of my stomach, keeping me close to him. I know this isn't like me, but, feeling his body pressed against me, and from seeing it last night... he had definitely grown a lot more muscle. He was still relatively thin compared to other Vikings, but his muscles were noticeable. The muscles on his arms were finely tone, creating a perfect outline of where they should be. His abs were as solid as stone... and from a physical point of view, he was extremely attractive.

I smiled to myself as the images of him without his shirt took me back to last night's session. Saying it was amazing would be an understatement... because it was so much more. The way he kissed me, the way he touched me, the way he way he spoke... it all felt like a dream a girl would have about her lover, except in this case it was all real... very real.

Working in the forge made his hands hard because of all the metal he had to handle, all the burns he had and a few scrapes and cuts but when he traced those same hands along my body, sides and neck...they felt so soft, treating me like I was a delicate flower that could easily break if someone mishandled when touching it. The sensations I had when he did that... I never wanted him to stop touching me... as weird and gross as that sounds... but you know what I mean.

I remember him trailing his hand from my leg up to my sides. I was wearing my leggings, never took them off but gods, his touch! How does he do that? How does he create that tingly yet loving sensation when he traces those smith's hands along my body? I couldn't think of it further because my mind moved from his hands to his lips.

I heard knocking on my door and groaned, I carefully removed myself from Hiccup's arms and wrap a black robe around my body and go downstairs to answer the door. I open the door to see Bucket and Mulch, with a little boy in Bucket's arms. "Chieftess, may we have a word?" I nodded, and slip boots on my feet and close the door. "Who's this?" I ask referring to the boy, Mulch looks at the boy then to me.

"He's from an island not far from here, me and Bucket went out fishing and found his island engulfed in flames. His village and tribe were slaughtered, the boy was the only one left alive." I place a hand over my mouth and shake head in disbelief. This Apollyon truly is a monster, she needs to be stopped. Bucket then took a parchment out of the boys jacket and passed it to me. "This was in his jacket." I took the parchment, broke the seal and read.

"I am death in the flesh. I am war. I am Apollyon. Your people will descend into a bloody civil war, because this what you people are. You're bloodthirsty savages. And I intend to show my brothers and sisters your true nature.

Dread it. Run from it. War will eventually find its way into our world. And I will give you a war the likes of which you have never seen before.

That is if you Viking dogs do not kill each other first.

None the less, your pathetic lives will end soon enough."

—The Destroyer

I finish reading and exhale shakily, I know not what is to come but I fear the worst is at our doorstep. I order Mulch and Bucket to take the child to Gothi and rush back into my house. I see Hiccup already up, he sees the fear on my face, he rushes to my side and caressed my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I hand him the parchment, he then looks back to me, I then look him dead in the eyes.

"We're in the endgame now, we need to stamp out the confusion before our people plunge into civil war and unite all our forces and destroy that vile woman!!" Hiccup places both his hands on my shoulders, he kisses my forehead and nods.

"Let's get to it."